When I was in middle school the guys used to get those spray bottles of Axe body spray and tape down the nozzle and throw them like a smoke bomb. Those damn things smell like rotting moose anus and they would do it EVERY DAY. A mist of that shiat covered every locker in every hallway. Now whenever I smell guys who wear that nasty stuff it makes me gag and I wanna get all stabby.

Hopefully all them little bastards are going to get tested for the following.

Dihydrogen Monoxide and CancerThe causative link between Dihydrogen Monoxide (DHMO) and Cancer is currently not established, although a significant amount of evidence seems to suggest that DHMO at least plays a role in the formation of cancer, including:

On the one hand, meh, kids will have water balloon fights. Although this one was preplanned, bigger than most (sounds like the entire school was involved), and indoors, so it was going to be one hell of a mess to clean up. Still, no harm no foul.

On the other hand, the kids were dumb enough to do all their networking on Facebook, so their plan got found out, the principal warned them that if they went ahead and did it there would be consequences, and yet 150 of them decided to go on and have their big water-balloon war anyway because f*ck consequences!

They deserved it. I would have banned the dumbasses who just HAD to have their water-balloon fight and let the rest have their prom, if it had been me; or made prom attendance dependent upon cleaning up the mess; but I'm not the principal. Stupid kids need to learn actions have consequences or at the very least don't plan your pranks on Facebook.

I'm not even 30 yet, but I went back to my college to assume an advisory role for the fraternity chapter I was in. They're good guys, as we're the "nerd" frat on campus, so even nearly a decade removed I found them to be quite friendly and easy to hang out with. When we were heading our separate ways and they wanted my contact info to keep me in the loop, I told them my phone and email, which was met with blank stares. "We'll just tell you on Facebook."

"I don't really bother with all that Facebook crap. Just contact me directly."

"But...we do everything on Facebook!"

"And why do you think your parties always get busted, the administration clamps down on all your activities, and you have difficulty securing job interviews? I thought you guys were smart."

The realization on their faces was like watching dawn break over Marblehead.

I'm not even 30 yet, but I went back to my college to assume an advisory role for the fraternity chapter I was in. They're good guys, as we're the "nerd" frat on campus, so even nearly a decade removed I found them to be quite friendly and easy to hang out with. When we were heading our separate ways and they wanted my contact info to keep me in the loop, I told them my phone and email, which was met with blank stares. "We'll just tell you on Facebook."

"I don't really bother with all that Facebook crap. Just contact me directly."

"But...we do everything on Facebook!"

"And why do you think your parties always get busted, the administration clamps down on all your activities, and you have difficulty securing job interviews? I thought you guys were smart."

The realization on their faces was like watching dawn break over Marblehead.